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I’m stranded,
in the clouds. so high,
I ain’t never landed.
Never coming down, I always got my supply,
it’s never handed,
to me.
I just slang some so I can smoke it for free.

My mind is foggy, just like the smoke filling my room. I’m a prisoner of doom.
Trapped in the same cycle. A flower that will never bloom.

Buy it’s all good. I’m content. Don’t resent,
me just cause I don’t give a fuck.
Hate me, because I only gave you a g for 20 bucks.

I gotta make some extra cash, before I smoke all my stash.
They say don’t dip into your own supply, but I like getting high.